What A Day...

Yes, I am back. But only because I feel that I have abandoned my blog for far too long. Things have not necessarily gotten better. When I woke up earlier than I intended to, I had to get blood drawn at some lab place. They said it wouldn't hurt. Yeah. Right. Now I have this pink band around my arm to keep the pressure there. Then we went out to breakfast where things got better. I was starving, and I ended up eating to much and feeling dizzy to the point where one more bite would have caused a major upchuck. I asked for water, which they kindly gave to me in a to-go cup. I was so thirsty in the car, but I had to buckle my seat. We were at a stoplight to I set the drink between my knees, holding it securely. Of course, the car took off right when I let my knees unbuckle because I was just about to grab my cup, so my water overflowed onto my pretty dress that I hardly ever wear. Ugh. When I got home, I put my half-empty cup of water on the counter, next to my bag. Then, my bag illustrated the art of magic voodoo(as in, I have no clue how this happened) and then fell off the counter, bringing my cup of water with it. Down went everything, including the water and the contents of my bag onto the tiled floor. Ugh ugh ugh. I was about to get mentally violent with that cup of water. Of course, it happened when I was standing next to it, so my dress got soaked again, after it had finally dried off from the first time. I set the almost empty cup on the kitchen counter(not the one I set it on earlier) and wiped off all my damp belongings. When I checked on my cup on the counter, it must have had some invisible hole because it was leaking all over. I tossed it away, and wiped the counter off with a look of death carved into my face. I haven't smiled all day. Then, I headed to the mall, where things were supposed to get better. After getting out of the car and walked about ten seconds across the street, a tickle swept across my right leg. OF COURSE.... there was a HUGE black scary bug beetle looking thing hiking up my skin. It looked kind of like this: I rapidly shook it off and watched it dive into the concrete and blend in. I had had it at that point. I broke down. Right there in the parking lot. I didn't care. But I was fed up with fate. Everything is against me... I swear....

And ever since last night, I have had a KILLER toothache. It has its own pulse!!!!!!!! I even choked down a pill to get rid of the seething pain, and yet, it never kicked in. And, did you notice the random space in this post? Yeah, the window closed because my finger must have "slipped" or something. Thank goodness for the autosave or else I probably would have tossed this laptop out the window and watch it burn with some bizarre amusement.

I still have so much to do this weekend. Essay revising. Not fun. The only good thing to come would be one of my best friend's birthday get together tomorrow. AMS, YOU ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HOPE YOU READ THIS PART! YOU CAN SKIP THE REST TO AVOID DEPRESSION!

Some say that since things are so down, there is no where else but up. Like that Shania Twain song. But, whatever. Things have been way down for quite a while now. Over two weeks, and they don't appear to be getting better. When was the last time I wrote so much?